A Letter from Rebecca

A Letter from Rebecca

John’s morning started like any other. The sun streamed through the thin curtains of his apartment, casting a warm glow on the small kitchen table where he sipped his coffee. He had grown accustomed to this quiet solitude, finding comfort in the predictability of his routine. But today, a letter awaited him, sitting on the table like an uninvited guest. Its presence was unsettling.

He hadn’t recognized the handwriting on the envelope, but as he carefully tore it open, his breath caught in his throat. The name at the bottom of the letter made his heart pound—Rebecca. His hands trembled slightly as he unfolded the paper, a mixture of curiosity and dread swirling in his chest. He hadn’t heard from her in years, and the sight of her name brought a flood of memories rushing back.